The wind blasted ouside the Inn as Anslym geared up, preparing to leave Wintergarde Keep. Today was the day Anslym was going to meet up with his old druid friend, Stalkuren. A letter came a few days ago reading,
I’ve gotten news that I will be sent to Wrymrest Temple and from there I’ll travel to the Ruby Dragonshrine in order to help out with the scourge attacks there. Will I see you there?
It wasn’t signed but the outside of the scroll had what looked like talon marks, as if it was held by a Stormcrow.
* * *
Anslym got saddle up on his mount, bags filled to overflowing, he set off through the back way out of Wintergarde. He rode hard till he was well passed the Bronze Dragonshrine, Wrymrest tower stood tall and definantly against the wind in the distance. It was just like a day like this when Anslym fought at the Wrathgate, the memory would forever haunt him.
* * *
Cheers echoed off the ominous gate standing before them as Bolvar Fordragon marched his way through the crowds.
“Thank the Light!”
“For the Alliance!”
Anslym stood atop the hill, just by the tower in Fordragon Hold. He was told to stay behind and help heal the wounded, instead of marching alongside the members of the Alliance. Little did he know by staying behind to save lives, it was his life that would be saved.
Ghoul and Giest alike fell before Fordragon’s blade.
“Back you mindless wretches!” Fordragon cried as his blade downed three undead mosters in a single swing.
“Jaust a’doug argoura!” the Vykrul screamed as they entered the skirmish.
“Fight on brothers!” Bolvar urghed.
The casulties the Alliance sustained from the Vykrul was tragic. The injured we’re being brought back for the healers to patch up so they could be moved to a more secure positon for rest and recovery. Anslym was about to go down to help out when he heard:
“Rise up, Sons of the Horde! Blood and glory await us!”
Horns sounded off, keeping Anslym’s attention focused on the horde as they raced into the battle.
“For the Horde!”
Bolvar and Saurfang the younger greeted each other. Saurfang took out three Vykrul in a single swing of his massive battle axe. After a few short minutes after the Horde has joined the battle, it was over. The scourge has sustained most of the casulties in the battle. Anslym was still frozen on the spot, once the Horde had joined the battle the injured we’re quickly taken care of and Anslym was told to stay out of the way. Fordragon Hold had been preparing for this for weeks and he was just getting in the way.
“Arthas! The blood of your father! Of your people! Demands justice!” Bolvar yelled at the door, “Come forth, Coward! And answer for your crimes!”
The door creaked open like teeth filled to a point on some grotesque jaw.
“Oh spirits no, not more ghouls!” Anslym thought, “No it was Arthas, the Lich King himself!”
Anslym quickly held his breath, as if Arthas would taint the air and it would invade his lungs, killing him from the inside out.
“You speak of Justice? Of cowardice?” The Lich King’s voice was like a shard of ice, cold and sharp, “I will show you the justice of the grave, and the true meaning of fear!”
Anslym was rooted to the spot, unknowing if he should hide or just curl up and wait for death to come up to find him.
“Enough talk, let it be finished!” Saurfang cried as he charged at The Lich King.
Anslym wanted to cheer for him, but was quickly silenced as the battle axe clashed aginst Frostmourne, shattered to a million useless pieces. The Lich King waved Frostmourn over Saurfang, devouring his soul, Forstmourne glowed as if satisfied.
“You will pay for all the lives you’ve stolen, Taitor!”
Anslym noticed movement over at the Horde camp. Members of the forsaken were lining up what looked like crude catapults along the edge of the cliff. On them were being loaded green glowing barrels. The leader of them, the one ordering them around look out across battle field, locking eyes with Anslym. He held his gaze as chills travelled up and down Anslym’s spine.
“Boldly stated! But there is nothing you can d-” a voice far off stated. Anslym was to focused on the forsaken that was holding his eye contact. The leader raised his hand, a smile touched his pale, rotted lips and he let his hand fall. The barrels were instantly airborne. They exploded all over the battle field, amongst the Horde and Alliance both. Releasing toxic green clouds.
“Plague!” Anslym recognized the putrid smell instantanously.
The leader let go of Anslym’s eyes to turn to Bolvar and the Lich King. He laughed.
“Did you think we had forgotten? Did you think we had forgiven? Behold now the terrible vengence of the forsaken! Death to the scourge! and death to the living!”
It all happened so quickly. Bolvar shouting to retreat, Alliance and Horde choaking, wretching, sufficating, dying side by side. The maw opened up and swallowed the Lich King as he retreated. Anslym ran down, trying to get to the battle field when a pair of arms grabbed him and slammed him down to the ground.
“Its too late for them now. Look to the skies!”
* * *
Anslym was over looking the grassy planes of the Ruby Dragonshrine when he picked out the form he was looking for, and as usual the form had bitten off more than he could chew. Anslym shook his head and raced off to help Stalkuren.
Casting thunder bolts after burst of molten lava he finally reached his friend. They embraced each other in a hug before speaking.
“You know I could have taken care of them myself,” Stalkuren said with a grin.
“Just like those naga back in Zangarmarsh?” They both burst into laughter, “So whats the plan?”
“The Dragonqueen told us that we need to keep this place safe from the scourge, speaking off the Dragonqueen I heard you had an audience with her recently.”
* * *
“Now all can see. This is the hour of the forsaken!” Anslym heard, but was to focused on the forms flying toward them. Dragons. Crimison ones to be accurate. Fire erupted from their maws. Incinerating all before them, plague, scourge, and friends alike. Where the fire died life sprang forth, plants three times taller than Anslym grew around Alexstrasza. Feeling the serenity of the Dragonqueen Anslym picked himself up off the snow and headed toward her. The heat from the fires around Anslym baked his skin as he heard the spirits of fire all around him as he reached her.
“Greeting Anslym,” Alexstraza said, “It was not so long ago we were meeting atop Wrymrest.”
“Indeed not, Dragonqueen. Is there nothing I can do?” Anslym asked ushering around.
“I am afraid not. Our fate is emblazoned upon our souls at birth. Bolvar’s fall, while tragic, was unavoidable. All that you can do now is honor your hero, Anslym. Collect Bolvar’s shield from the field of battle and return it to your king. When you present the shield to Varian, tell him this: ‘All is not lost. From the ashes of the fallen will rise a force that will unite nations and purge the evil from this world.’ He mustn’t lose faith. Go now, Anslym. Your people need a hero. They need you.”
Anslym found the shield almost immidately. To picked it up and brushed off some of the soot, making it look a little more like it did in the arms of Bolvar. He walked passed the dragons with the shild tucked under his arm. He got a mage to port him directly to Stormwind the instance he was back at the hold.
* * *
“So you went and told Varian his best friend had died?” Stalkuren asked, transforming out of a cat.
“What choice did I have, Stalk? Alexstraza told me I had to, I wasn’t going to turn down the Dragonqueen.”
“I see your point. So what happened after you told him?”
“Nothing really, He told me to go with Jaina to Orgrimmar to meet with the Warchief.”
“You met Thrall?! What was Orgimmar like?”
* * *
The dust clouds swirled around as Anslym and Lady Proudmoore ported into The Valley of Wisdom.
“Kor’kron, stand down!” Thrall said.
“Thrall. what happened? The King is preparing for war.”
“As the combined Horde and Alliance forces began their assault upon the Wrathgate, an uprising broke out in the Undercity. Varimathras and hordes of his demonic brethren attacked. Hundreds of my people were slain in the coup. I barely managed to escape with my life.” Slyvannas Windrunner said. Unfortunatly her explanation fell on deaf ears, as a fire elemental appeared inside the hold. A weak one, so weak that only the shaman could see it.
“burn, I need to BURN!” the fire elemental cried as it moved in cirles.” Thrall began to plead with it and the look he gave Anslym told him he should plea as well. After both their combined efforts the elemental was subdued.
* * *
Water splashed as Anslym and Stalkuren chased some cultists down.
“So you ported back to Stormwind and told Varian all that had transpired?”
“Well all but the fire elemental part, yes.”
“From your letters it seems the elements are troubled,” Stalkuren asked with interest.
“Yes but I don’t know why. It makes me feel fear, that my companions feel such pain and I can do nothing to ease it. Tell me have you felt anything out of the ordinary?”
“Actually thats why I was summoned to Moonglade, its seems nature is beginning to feel your fear as well. Mounts are throwing their riders off. Livestock seems to have been running rampant. The forests themselves quake with fear. More of this topic later, get back to Undercity.” Stalk asked as Anslym smiled.
* * *
“Hidden inside this defiled city is the wretch responsible for murdering our brothers and sisters at the Wrathgate! He must be brought to justice!” Varian yelled! “The march upon the Undercity begins now! Be empowered by your King’s strength! Follow me, heroes! FOR THE GLORY OF THE ALLIANCE!”
The Undercity was filled with abominations and forsaken scientist alike. With Varian’s vengance and Jaina’s magic taking the sewers was done with ease. The only trouble was when a giant blight worm rose of from the depths of the slime and gore that flowed through the sewers. After that came the outer-ring of the city.
“What’s happened here? There are corpses everywhere… the stench… overwhelming…” Jaina asked, using her robe to cover her nose and mouth.
” Horde. By the looks of the struggle, they are here in force – somewhere.” Varian concluded.
As the Alliance reached closer and closer toward Putress, the leader of the rogue forsaken, dreadlords swarmed out.
“Do not let them pass! My work must not be interrupted!” Putress screamed.
After each and every dreadlord was slain they moved toward the main chamber, and faced Putress, the one who stared Anslym down so far away in Northrend.
“Ahh some familar faces I see.”
“There’s no where to run now, monster!”
“Stare into the abyss and watch as it blackens your souls!”
Numberous spawns of ooze began attacking the Alliance but they were quickly slain along with Putress.
“And justice is served!”
“Mog Osh’kazil gul’rok il mog Ro’th zaga maza, LOK’TAR!”
Varian and Thrall face each other in Slyvannas’ throne room. Sheer determination etched into both thier faces.
“ATTACK, FOR STORMWIND, FOR BOLVAR, FOR THE ALLIANCE!”
* * *
“What happened next?!” Stalk asked, “Who won? I haven’t heard this any of the stories that are being told all over Azeroth!” Throwing down a flame totem to shoot down and cultists they may have missed.
“No one, Jaina ported us to Stormwind and I came back to the Dragonblight to help out the Alliance.”
“Oh, well at least you’re safe, although, even if it did come down to a fight you would have won. Nothing could rock your hooves.”
“Uhh, thanks?” Anslym said, taken aback.
“Well that and I don’t hang out with people who lose to Orcs,” Stalk shrugged his shoulders. Anslym laughed and used his gauntleted fist to punch Stalkuren in the shoulder. A slight tremor passed underneath the ground.
“Did you feel tha-, Anslym whats wrong?!” Stalk said noticing the fear on his friends face. Anslym has never felt that much fear, and worst of all it wasn’t his. The earth itself was fearing for its life. Just after the tremor half a douzen cultists jumped out of the shadows to attack the duo.
“Anslym, are you alright?” Anslym wanted to say he wasn’t sure but when he opened his mouth to reply the ground shook so hard that everyone’s feet we knocked out from under them. Anslym had blacked out before he hit the ground.
“Just like the Naga,” Stalkuren said through gritted teeth as he turned into a Cat and bounded into the first cultist’s chest.